#(xox) old dog new tricks: william & chief.

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chief slowly walks into his office. "Um why do the animatronics smell like a matter baby?"

OH GOD, SHE’S CAUGHT HIM. It’s not the first time someone’s brought up the smell of the animatronics, but there’s an odd note in her voice that he’s sure means she knows. “ Matter baby? What do you mean ? ” Out of his seat, nervous, already stressed enough with the massive amount of money he’s just spent on cheese shipment. “ What the hell’s a matter baby ? ”

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mister afton bb can i get a pay raise <3 <3 <3

“Unfortunately, due to company policy, Fazbear Entertainment are unable to provide employees with an increase in salary until the six month period has passed.” He kind of sounds like he’s being possessed by the corporate spirit of the pizzeria chain itself with the accent he takes on. Flashy white toothed smile, customer service voice fixed firmly in place. “ We regret to inform any new staff that this includes asking for raises, taking tips, free uniforms and team tools, and also PTO. ”

Yeah, no, they do not have the funds to give any kind of raise. . . . Well, actually, they absolutely do have the funds, but it would mean docking the substantial amount of money he gets from the company, and he won’t have that !

“ It’s important to note that discussing pay between employees could lead to potential disciplinary action for creating a negative work environment. Fazbear Entertainment would like to wish you a long and happy time in employment. ”

Yes, this is from the seven hour long set of company tapes. Yes, he has most of it memorised. Mainly because he’s heard it so often, but also because being able to quote it at dissatisfied employees really just brightens his day.

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∗ 15﹕ sender and receiver make eye contact across a busy room .

100 NONVERBAL PROMPTS / ACCEPTING NOW!

THE SCENE ISN’T UNUSUAL: NOT FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE SHE’S BEEN THERE, THE RESTAURANT IS PACKED FULL. It’s not his favourite time. He prefers when things move slow enough that he can at least breathe without falling behind in orders, but he won’t complain. He will, however, get increasingly agitated as the day passes . . . especially when a familiar group of children show up.

It’s not that he hates kids. That would be ridiculous. But William thinks he might hate these kids — bratty, snotty - nosed idiots who crowd him the moment they see him, babbling about being promised a free pizza if they came by before closing time today. A lie, because the day he offers anyone something free from the restaurant is the day he drops dead. But there are nine of them, all of them crowding and clamouring, and he’s increasingly backed up against a wall, while all his employees are swept off their feet with customer complaints and compliments alike.

When he locks eyes with Chief across the room, William has decided he’s not above begging anymore. He mouths a very exaggerated silent HELP, and promptly disappears from sight when one of the kids yanks at his tie for his attention. . . . It’s like they’re asking him to murder them.

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❝ yeah, you're high as fuck right now. ❞

" THAT'S LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE. " HIS THOUSAND YARD STARE SWIVELS SLOWLY TO HER, AND IN HIS DEFENSE, HE REALLY THINKS THAT. Admittedly, he's been feeling odd for the past hour now: brain fog, which he's used to on bad days, sure, and the world has been moving like sludge through his vision, maybe, and his mouth has been really, really dry. Unbelievably dry. All of which might have pointed to being stoned out of his mind, except from the fact he'd been in work since eight in the morning and hadn't smoked since he'd been in college. The only thing he'd done different had been to grab brownies he assumed Michael had baked at some point for his lunch. Yeah, he's high as fuck.

" Sometimes people have off - days. We're all just human, you know ? " Getting up to meet her makes the whole world tilt, so he sits back down again, increasingly stupefied by his own state. He hasn't exactly been sleeping well, but this isn't just exhaustion. Maybe he's sick ? But he feels good. Relaxed, even. Utterly forgetting his reason for not standing to talk to her, William immediately moves from his desk again, almost knocking over his coffee from beside him. " Listen. Listen. I'm, you know. Completely fine. " Sits back down again. Why had he got up ? Instead of pondering, he offers her a vague, almost dreamy smile. The whole thing would've been comical if it hadn't been so horrifically out of character. " Did you need something ? "

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❛  you didn't tell me that was a rule ... i didn't know i wasn't supposed to do that!  ❜ coughs

“ I DID, however, tell you to call me sir. ” William’s reply could almost be called bored, if not for the heated possession in his tone, the dark, glittering want in his eyes . . . The way he is bearing down, skin pressed against skin and chest pressed against back. “ You’re a smart girl. I know I don’t need to spoon feed you everything. ”

When he leans impossibly closer, this time his breath ghosts against her ear.

“ Now prove it to me. ”

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'Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.'

“ YOU’RE QUITE ALRIGHT. I WASN’T ASLEEP. ” Of course not, because the grit in his eyes isn’t from dozing off at his desk, and the line on his cheek isn’t from resting his head on the uncomfortably grainy surface. Blinking rapidly to get her in focus, William opens the door wider, welcoming her inside if she so chooses. It’s a wonder that he even managed to sleep: below the main offices, raised high above most customers’ attention, there’s the constant sound of excited screaming and babbling from hundreds of children. Even undercover as an engineer, William can’t quite soften the look of disgruntled fondness at the sound, his gesture to let her in turning urgent so he can shut his door to keep the noise out. “Awfully near to closing time, is it not? Have you found something out about those children?”

Ah yes, the children. The less fortunate ones, whose screams in the Pizzaplex had turned from excited to terrified moments before their deaths. William can’t blame her for being here if she’s got a new lead — a red herring though it might be — after all, the rate of “disappearances” is climbing slowly but surely, though not to the extent that the main public are worrying yet. It’s only a matter of time, but William isn’t overly worried: his franchise has bounced back from much worse, and the Fazbear name is far too popular to be affected for too long. He’s stocked up on remnant just in case.

Shambling back, it becomes clear just how little work he’d actually been doing. His laptop is flung open, screen bright, but the document loaded is empty, and the scattered pages across his desk are clearly not arranged in any kind of studious way whatsoever. Stifling a yawn into his hand, still half - asleep, William offers her an expectant look. His nameplate — JAMES ATTIK — glimmers dully at his chest. “Make yourself comfortable, please. I can get you tea or coffee. The stuff downstairs is horrendous, but the office supplies aren’t so bad. I can open up an investigation report while you drink.” Even now, he’s got a twisted sense of humour. Taking over the role of Investigative Officer in the Pizzaplex, investigating his own crimes — well, even now, tired as he is, it’s hard to stifle an amused little smile.

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“You expect me to act like a normal human being? I’m wearing a turtleneck.”

" YES, AND YOU LOOK WONDERFUL AS USUAL. However, I'm begging you for one single shred of sanity today. " ( Burying his head in his hands, the man actually looks like he's at his wit's end: and that's saying something. ) " I don't think asking for one normal day of work is too much, is it ? Although, " he adds, " I actually do have a similar turtleneck in purple. Very nice. Chic. "

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“Sorry about my huge cool muscles, everyone. Apologies for my large, powerful form.” from the person constantly described as weak and skinny

LONG - SUFFERING, WILLIAM’S EYES SEARCH FOR SAID MUSCLES, AND THEN RAISE TO THE HEAVENS. “Yes,” he says patiently, amused, “we’re all very intimidated by them. How do we function when we have someone so powerful in our midst?” His own sarcasm entertains him — he’s always quietly thought he’s the funniest person in any room he walks into, though she’s giving him a run for his money, now! “Truly, you’re wreaking havoc in this place thanks to how well-built you are. And definitely don’t look like a light breeze could knock you over, of course. Definitely not.”

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ONE LINE STARTER! ——— @shackld / x

“ YOU MIGHT BE THE ONLY ONE I CAN TRUST, ” A flicker of mirth hides deep beneath his glasses, adjusting them calmly before he glances upward; she doesn’t know, of course, the monster she’s looking at — “ You’re the only one I know isn’t behind these disappearances. ”